Too young to be a hippe, to old to be a punk.
The immortal cry of the gen-xers. Wandering about in generation limbo with no place to go.
I feel like that sometimes in my group of colleagues. Upon snaking my way through the past and seeing events that came before my time, I see now why many many references fly over my head when I'm in my usual circle of friends.
And then the lower generation who looks up to me in the same regard I do to my elders... why is it that if I feel this sympathy, and feel sorry for them that I take no interest in their affairs? Something is seriously wrong...
...but that's life, I suppose.
Do I even belong where think I belong? Keeping generations sorted by generation is a false barrier. I'm friends with 5 year olds as well as 90 year-olds. You never encounter this in the real world, so why does it trouble me with something trifle like this, and why THIS group? I feel a smidgeon closer to them due to recent happenings, but even so... I feel like a guest. A guest in a historical house of something much greater. Doors are locked, and I'm denied access.
Maybe it's for the best. Besides, I have to hold my place in my own generation, and if I'm having difficulty even doing THAT, then why do I try to take a place in an elder circle that I was absent from upon it's development?
I'll manage. I'll exist in both. One as a figure, and one as it's shadow.
I feel like that sometimes in my group of colleagues. Upon snaking my way through the past and seeing events that came before my time, I see now why many many references fly over my head when I'm in my usual circle of friends.
And then the lower generation who looks up to me in the same regard I do to my elders... why is it that if I feel this sympathy, and feel sorry for them that I take no interest in their affairs? Something is seriously wrong...
...but that's life, I suppose.
Do I even belong where think I belong? Keeping generations sorted by generation is a false barrier. I'm friends with 5 year olds as well as 90 year-olds. You never encounter this in the real world, so why does it trouble me with something trifle like this, and why THIS group? I feel a smidgeon closer to them due to recent happenings, but even so... I feel like a guest. A guest in a historical house of something much greater. Doors are locked, and I'm denied access.
Maybe it's for the best. Besides, I have to hold my place in my own generation, and if I'm having difficulty even doing THAT, then why do I try to take a place in an elder circle that I was absent from upon it's development?
I'll manage. I'll exist in both. One as a figure, and one as it's shadow.